Elise Flint Whore ❤️

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Anyhow, whores – they’re survivors, yeah? Hustlin, dodgin the coppers, laughin in fate’s face. Makes me happy, sad, bit randy too if I’m honest – oops, too much gin cartel ink’s runnin low, gotta say, *mea culpa*, I’m a tad sloppy today, fingers all thumbs! So, mate, what’s yer take – whores, legends or lepers? Reckon I’d bung em a vote of confidence, me – proper *vivat* to em! Cheers, you lot – off for a pint now, brain’s knackered!

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Flint starts to sweat and rubs her fur on her thighs. She can't resist the allure of such a horny slut. "Come here you dirty little whore!".

I get there, and it’s buzzing! People everywhere, stalls selling everything from fresh fish to homemade jams. I’m eyeing this stall with the best-looking pastries. I mean, they were calling my name! But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a scone right outta my hand! Like, what the actual heck?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it’s the king of the world.

Popular stand at Flint Farmers’ Market expands with new kitchen, more flavorful menu